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Poem	Consider this small dust here running in the glass, By atoms moved; Could you believe that this the body was Of one that loved? And in his mistress' flame, playing like a fly, Turned to cinders by her eye: Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed, To have it expressed, Even ashes of lovers find no rest.
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